Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

Bai Yu encountered a bottleneck in cultivation.

The sixth and seventh grades are originally a big hurdle, and many warriors may not be able to break through for decades.

From the third to the sixth grade, it is called the Qi and Blood Realm, which moves Qi and blood to temper the bones and internal organs.

From the seventh to the ninth grade, it is called the Divine Transformation Realm, which begins to transcend ordinary life.

In layman's terms, it is "God".

The seventh grade Zhoutian Realm, open the Great Zhoutian, and the whole body is unobstructed.

The eighth grade Shenyong Realm, the spirit is condensed, and courage is born.

The ninth grade Tongling Realm, from ordinary to spiritual, not afraid of life and death.

Although Bai Yu has tempered his five internal organs and reached the sixth grade perfection, he has not yet touched the threshold of "God" and does not know how to go further.

"Since the martial arts realm cannot be improved, then step up the cultivation of internal strength. With strong internal strength, the strength will naturally increase steadily."

In the following days, Bai Yu began to focus on the Black Wolf Heart Method.

By the way, he practiced the hidden weapon technique of Baizhang Feixing and learned the corpse refining technique.

Occasionally, he would go to the black market to sell bone-strengthening pills, and only sell 20 bottles each time. He would stop when they were sold out, and never be greedy for more.

The days of hard training passed quickly.

He had specially selected many internal force rewards before, and his internal force was extremely strong.

As a result, the practice of the Black Wolf Heart Method was also much smoother.

More than a month later, the Black Wolf Heart Method finally broke through.

[Black Wolf Heart Method, integrated (13/10000)]

[Qualification +4! ]

At this time, Bai Yu's internal force was extremely strong, comparable to the skills of ordinary warriors who had practiced for 30 years.

Between each punch and palm, there was a mighty roaring out.

His attribute panel changed to:

[Name: Bai Yu. ]

[Qualification: 19]

[Qi and blood: 1238]

[Strength: 441]

[Internal force: 600]

[Cultivation: Sixth-grade internal organs realm. ]

[Kung Fu: Liuhe Five Elements Fist (mastery), Black Wolf Heart Method (mastery)]

[Martial Arts: Soul-breaking Thirteen Swords (somewhat accomplished), Turtle Snake Breathing Secret (mastery), Flying Swallow Lingxu Step (practice makes perfect), Diamond Iron Armor Skill (mastery), Hundred-foot Flying Star (practice makes perfect)]

[Magic Power: Immortality. ]

[Other Skills: Playing Suona (mastery), Yin Fu Jing (practice makes perfect), Blood Fu Shu (practice makes perfect), Nourishing Essence Powder (practice makes perfect), Dragon and Tiger Bone Tempering Pill (practice makes perfect), Archery (practice makes perfect), Corpse Refining (a glimpse of the door), etc. ]

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

His aptitude increased by 4 points, and his training speed will be faster in the future.

Compared with a few months ago, his strength has changed dramatically.

The blood and qi are over a thousand, the strength is over four thousand pounds, and the internal strength is comparable to that of a martial arts master who has practiced internal skills for thirty years.

His anxiety was relieved a lot.

Bai Yu looked outside the house and saw snowflakes floating in the sky.

"The New Year is coming soon."

Bai Yu couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Lao Mo, the New Year is coming soon, let's go buy some New Year's goods."

Lao Mo "woofed" and jumped a few feet high.

"Woof woof woof~" (New Year's New Year~)

One person and one dog went out excitedly, ready to go to the city to buy New Year's goods.

However, along the way, there was no New Year's excitement.

The faces of the people coming and going were pale and thin.

The trees on the roadside were all peeled, revealing pale trunks, and there were even rows of tooth marks on the trunks.

These days, the rebels have become more and more powerful, and they have captured two remote counties and started training.

Sometimes the vanguard cavalry of the rebels can approach Jiangcheng for more than ten miles.

The situation in Jiangcheng was getting worse and worse, and the price of food kept rising.

The shantytowns outside the city had already started eating grass roots and tree bark.

After finally entering Jiangcheng, it was far less lively than before.

The streets were full of soldiers patrolling in armor.

In the market, prices had skyrocketed.

A pound of brown rice cost dozens of coins, and a chicken even cost nearly one or two taels of silver.

Even Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly click his tongue at such prices.

In the end, Bai Yu bought a few pounds of pork heads, a chicken, and some dried fruits.

Lao Mo followed Bai Yu and suddenly saw a stall selling windmills.

There were colorful windmills on the stall, whirring in the wind, which was very beautiful.

There was a beautiful ribbon tied to the handle of the windmill, and two delicate bells were hung at the bottom, jingling.

Lao Mo stared at a colorful windmill, his eyes full of joy.

He looked at Bai Yu, and then at the windmill.

Thinking of the sadness on Bai Yu's face recently, he still didn't say anything.

In this day and age, even warriors don’t have much spare money.

Lao Mo reluctantly followed Bai Yu away, looking back at the windmills from time to time.

After buying New Year’s goods, Bai Yu’s mood improved a bit.

At the exit of the market, Bai Yu suddenly remembered something:

“By the way, Lao Mo, wait for me.”

After that, he turned around and went into the market quickly. Lao Mo sat on the ground and waited obediently.

Not long after, Bai Yu came back and asked mysteriously:

“Lao Mo, guess what I bought?”

“Woof woof woof~” (firecrackers?)

“No, guess again.”

“Woof, woof woof.” (New Year’s pictures?)

“No, it’s a windmill, isn’t it beautiful?”

Bai Yu took out a colorful paper windmill from his back, with beautiful streamers and delicate bells underneath.

Lao Mo’s eyes lit up, like fireworks lighting up the night sky.

It pounced on Bai Yu, rubbing its furry head against him non-stop.

Bai Yu tied the windmill to Lao Mo's tail with a smile, and Lao Mo trotted excitedly.

The windmill whirred, the bell rang, and Lao Mo's excited cry.

Bai Yu chased Lao Mo from behind, and a smile appeared on his face.

One person and one dog, relying on each other for life.

With each other's company, there was a little more joy in this war-torn world.

Wars rose in all directions, and the smoke of war was a good time.

...

Soon, New Year's Eve arrived.

Only Bai Yu, Lao Mo, and Lao Zhang were left in the charity cemetery.

Everyone else went home to celebrate the New Year, and even Uncle Jiu got together with the widow Sun who sold roast chicken.

Lao Zhang was like Bai Yu, alone and without relatives.

Bai Yu spent a day preparing and said with a smile:

"Uncle Zhang, let's celebrate the New Year together."

He set out a large plate of dumplings, a pot of chicken soup, and a hot pot.

Old Zhang said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, it's Chinese New Year."

"I can't eat your wine for free. You haven't had it for 20 years, right?"

"There's also a beggar chicken. Try it."

The two men and the dog were eager to drink and eat meat.

These days, everyone's life has become tight. Only during the Chinese New Year can they afford to have a good meal.

After three rounds of wine, Old Zhang drank a glass of wine and said with a smile:

"It's been a long time since I've had a happy Chinese New Year."

"Xiao Yu, seeing you reminds me of my granddaughter. She should be about the same age as you."

"Next year, I'll go back to my hometown to see her and promise her to you as my wife."

Bai Yu also tried to drink a glass of daughter's wine and coughed.

He didn't believe that Old Zhang would have any granddaughter.

"Uncle Zhang, your granddaughter doesn't want it, lend me your wine gourd to play with for a while."

Old Zhang doesn't care about anything on weekdays, but he treasures the red gourd so much that he even holds it when he sleeps.

"No, I'm going to give it to my granddaughter as a dowry."